Whatever happened to that guy,
who used to step so gaily
who used to step so gaily
and flash their socks demurely?
Don’t tell me the sky
has received old Bony-Legs Bailey!
Don’t tell me the sky
has received old Bony-Legs Bailey!
Remember ‘em on Friday
cutting goat capers and lettin' shit fly,
stepping so gaily the while?
cutting goat capers and lettin' shit fly,
stepping so gaily the while?
And wasn't it amazing
how aptly they’d reply
when you asked old Bony-Legs Bailey
how aptly they’d reply
when you asked old Bony-Legs Bailey
for their read on our daily
plight. (But we should probably say,
old Bony-Legs Bailey'd pronounce palely
plight. (But we should probably say,
old Bony-Legs Bailey'd pronounce palely
whether you asked ‘em to or not.)
But don’t forget how bashful and shy
old Bony-Legs Bailey
was, though they stepped so gaily!
But don’t forget how bashful and shy
old Bony-Legs Bailey
was, though they stepped so gaily!